People

I'm a hermit (some would argue Hermit Crab, complete with claws *pinch pinch*).

I like being in my house (and going on walks around the cemetery park).

Never going anywhere (unless it involves spending money on things like food and wooden birds from Tai Pan Trading company).

But, from time to time, I have a need to be with People.

Even if it's just around Wal-Mart. I need to see that I'm not the only person on Earth, and after spending days on end with my littles, it really feels like I'm the only person left.

All by myself.

With four little people.

All alone...

With four little people.

Four.

Little.

People.

And I occasionally go out on a limb and visit with people I actually know.

Cue Steve's party.

I hadn't seen Steve for, like, 15 years. So I thought it was a good time to say "hi," especially since I don't recall ever having a conversation with him back in New Mexico, and I figured since we're friends on facebook, we should probably have at least one in-person conversation.

Check.

Thank you for the books, Steve. I will eventually run them over to the Library. And I will eventually read your book. I told Jeremy I wasn't sure I could do it by myself because it might be too scary, and he said he would read it with me...

...and I'm very sorry that my children pinned down your daughter on your lawn. It's how they show love.

Jeremy and I actually had friends once, and they would come and visit every quarter. Then they had to move to stupid Idaho. Idaho has sucked up so many of my friends.

So, I am extra glad that I have family around, because even if they get sucked up into Stupid Idaho, or some other Stupid State, they are still family, and we can almost always pick up where we have left off, usually mid-sentence.

Cue Emily and Ben.

It's always a little funny to me that Emily and I are friends. I mean, I spent the greater part of my younger life following her around trying to force myself on her, in the hopes that we would be super awesome sister-friends, and she spent the greater part of her younger life barricading her bedroom door.

But we had some good days.

Like the days she would pretend to be my horse and let me ride on her back.

It was awesome.

But I don't think she'd let me do that now.

So we watch episodes of Lost and eat homemade ice cream, and occasionally let our kids fight together in the playroom and throw lunch at each other.

I'm kind of envious of Ben and Emily sometimes. I miss living with Mom and Dad. All those endless episodes of Monk and Phase 10 games, where Mom would feign indifference and win every game, and Dad would freak out when people skipped him more than once a game.

Good times...

I've got some good People in my life.

I think I'm one of the lucky ones.